Winter nights make horny games hit different, you know? Everything feels a bit slower, darker outside, warm screen light, like you’re hiding in your own little sin cave while everyone else is posting family photos and pretending they’re not jerking off later. Jinxed Mark fits that vibe way too well. It starts with this dude Mark whose life just got kicked in the teeth: grandma gone, future kind of fucked, nothing stable. Instead of some heroic bullshit, he kind of stumbles into this new house, this new job, this new family... and the story quietly takes its pants off while pretending it’s totally about “personal growth”. Yeah, sure. Personal growth. Between tits and trouble.

The thing that hit me first is how openly the game treats the size of Mark’s cock. Not “haha big” but absurd, problem-level big. It becomes part of the entire mood. When he’s alone in his new room and the game gives you that first long, slow animated shot of him jerking off, you can almost feel that mix of shame and “holy fuck I could ruin somebody with this”. The jerk-off animation actually loops a bit too long, like the dev was as into it as you’re supposed to be. And then you go from that to walking into the kitchen and trying to talk to this busty older woman in a thin shirt, nipples almost poking through, and you can practically see Mark trying to hide the hard-on in his pants. The story plays with that a lot: he wants to be respectful, he wants to be useful, but the camera keeps lingering on asses, panties half showing when someone leans over, a bra strap slipping when she laughs. It’s not subtle. It shouldn’t be.

There’s this scene early on where you accidentally catch one of the women masturbating in the bathroom. The door isn’t locked properly, of course, and you get this full-on animated view of her fingers working between those big thighs, her tits bouncing slightly with every little movement. She’s trying to stay quiet, biting her lip, and you can tell she’s thinking of someone, but the game doesn’t say who. That’s where the voyeur part really clicks: you’re not just some camera in the sky, you’re the guy who has to look her in the eyes at breakfast after watching her cum all over her own hand. Later, when she pretends nothing happened and casually brushes against you while reaching for a mug, her tits pressing on your arm for just half a second too long, it hits different because you’ve seen what that body does when nobody is watching. It’s a small moment, but it nails that awkward, horny tension, like both of you are carrying a secret and no one wants to be the first to say “I saw you touching yourself like a slut.”

The cheating angle kind of slides in on quiet feet. There’s a husband, or a boyfriend, or at least some guy who is supposed to be “hers”, but he’s almost like background noise. You hear about him, maybe see him in a scene or two, but the game keeps pulling the camera back to Mark and the women orbiting him. You help with little things at first: fixing something in the house, carrying boxes, late-night talks in the living room with only the TV glow. Then a hand on your thigh that “stays there by accident”, a hug that turns into a slow body press, the first time somebody lets you grope her ass while pretending it’s just a playful bump. It escalates exactly like real bad decisions do: not with big speeches, just a series of tiny horny choices. That first handjob scene in the laundry area, for example, is filthy in a really grounded way. She checks if the door is closed, you stand way too close among the clothes, and her fingers wrap around your cock like she’s trying to see if all the rumors about size are true. The animation sells it: her wrist working faster, that wet sound starting, her eyes flicking up to yours like “we really shouldn’t” but she doesn’t stop. When she finally gets on her knees and lets you cum on her face or straight onto those heavy tits before cleaning it with her fingers, it feels dirty not just because of the semen, but because you both know she belongs to someone else.

Sex here isn’t just “click and fuck”, it actually plays with the situations. There’s a scene where you’re “helping” someone try on outfits and of course it turns into full-on groping, hands sliding under a half-open blouse, fingers digging into big soft boobs while she half-heartedly pretends to push you away. Later on you get the more explicit stuff: tits bouncing in your face while you fuck her from below, her riding you and trying not to scream too loud, that messy creampie when you finally lose it and pump everything inside her while she’s supposed to be faithful to another man. The game leans hard into vaginal sex that actually feels earned by the buildup: you go from spying through cracks and jerking off alone to knowing exactly how tight she is when you thrust in, and the camera really likes to stay there, watching your cock stretch her open again and again. One thing that drove me nuts in a good way: some scenes show your cum slowly leaking out after you pull out, like the game really wants you to think about that “oh shit what if she gets pregnant” moment, even if it never says it. Totally unnecessary detail. Completely hot.

What made it weirdly charming is how Mark is not some smooth anime god. He’s awkward. Sometimes he says something completely dumb in dialogue and you’re like, bro, you had one job. There’s also this mentor character popping in, teaching him stuff, and it sometimes interrupts the horny flow in the most annoying way, like “yes yes your life goals, now let me back to the milf grinding on his lap on the couch, please”. The storytelling jumps from emotional to horny to slightly goofy without warning. I kind of liked it. Also sometimes the pacing drags: you get a great jerking-off scene, a juicy voyeur moment, and then five minutes of talking about work or money where you just want to scream at the screen. But then a random scene hits where she’s bent over a table, panties around her knees, ass raised like a present, and the game just lets you slam into her, grab those big tits from behind, and flood her pussy while she moans your name instead of her man’s. And suddenly all that slow buildup feels worth it in a very filthy, Christmas-came-early kind of way.

Eva’s story doesn’t even pretend to be clean. It starts with her pretending - pretending she’s got everything under control, pretending she’s not curious, pretending those late-night messages don’t make her pulse jump. There’s something almost cruel about how the game lets you linger on her hesitation, how it slows time right before she crosses a line she swore she wouldn’t. You can feel her trying to reason with herself - then giving up. I didn’t expect the texting mechanic to be that addictive. You think you’re just choosing dialogue, but no, it’s you pushing her, pulling her, maybe ruining her. The city feels like it’s watching her too, waiting for her to slip up. It’s messy, and kind of hot in that uncomfortable way that makes you want to close the tab - but you don’t. You just keep pushing.

What caught me off guard was how the game doesn’t really reward you for doing the “right” thing. You think she’s safe with one person, and then the next scene just wrecks that illusion. The art style does this thing where it looks soft, almost innocent, and then the next frame just slaps you with something filthy - like contrast is part of the kink. I got annoyed at one point because the UI glitched during a stripping sequence and killed the mood, but then again maybe that’s just me being picky. The sound design though - too real sometimes. There’s one scene in a bathroom that made me mute the laptop because I thought someone would hear. It’s not even that graphic visually, it’s the breathing. The tiny pauses. It’s insane how much tension they packed into that.

Anyway, it’s not a “fun” game in the usual sense. It’s more like being caught reading someone’s private messages and liking it too much. I kept telling myself I’d stop after one more choice, but Eva’s slow slide into her own reflection, the way she starts liking the attention she said she hated - it’s gross, it’s hot, it’s kind of art. I don’t even know if I liked it, which probably means I did.

It’s weird how this one got under my skin. I opened *Deck of Hearts* expecting another lazy click‑through with the same recycled bodies, but the writing kept pulling me back. It’s just text and cards, right? Except the cards don’t feel like props - they’re little traps for your decisions. You draw one and suddenly you’re in a room that smells like perfume and bad ideas, staring at a redhead who looks like she knows exactly how far you’ll go before folding. The game doesn’t even try to hide its filth; it leans into it like it’s proud of being shameless. And honestly, good. The MC’s voice is messy, horny, insecure, sometimes cruel, which feels way more real than those perfect hero types.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but the moment the blonde leans over the table, teasing about “luck,” you realize the cards aren’t random at all. They’re judging you. It’s not subtle, but it works. I laughed when I shouldn’t have, mostly because the dialogue feels like something you’d overhear in a bar where everyone’s pretending not to listen. The corruption angle hits harder than expected; it’s slow, sticky, uncomfortable in the best way. I caught myself clicking slower, reading every line twice, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Sometimes they do. Maybe that’s just me projecting.

If there was an award for “Most Unnecessary Grope That Still Made Sense,” this game wins it. The AI CGs look almost too clean for the dirt they’re showing, like someone tried to polish sin. The MILF character - yeah, you’ll know her when she shows up - has this smug smile that makes the whole plot bend around her. I kinda wish the teen character had more agency, but maybe that’s the point: everyone’s trapped in their own deck. Also, whoever wrote the card descriptions must’ve been drunk or a poet. Hard to tell which. Anyway, I closed the tab and immediately reopened it. That probably says enough.

Sam’s summer doesn’t start with explosions or some anime bullshit prophecy. It starts with him jerking off quietly in a cramped bathroom, hoping his mom doesn’t knock, while thinking about his own best friend in a way he definitely shouldn’t. That’s the vibe here. Ordinary high school, humid Asian heat, everybody sweating in their uniforms, and underneath it all everybody is horny, frustrated, and pretending to be “normal”. The game leans hard into that slow burn feeling where every stare in the hallway and every accidental touch feels like it could cross a line. One moment you’re helping Angela with homework, the next you’re watching her skirt ride up as she stretches on the bed and wondering if you should look away or look closer. You usually don’t look away.

There’s a lot of teasing and it’s not gentle. The bullies at school are assholes, they push Sam around, grope the girls when they think they can get away with it, and the game doesn’t try to moralize. Sometimes you interrupt, sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you pretend you didn’t see a hand slip under a blouse because the situation turns you on and you hate yourself for that. The nicest thing is that the characters actually feel like horny idiots instead of porn robots. Sam’s mom, Riona, walks around the apartment in these thin summer clothes that cling to her body, pretending she’s just “too hot” from the weather, and the camera knows exactly when to linger on her ass or the outline of her nipples. She acts like a normal caring mother, cooks, nags you a bit, then sits too close on the couch and you notice her breathing change when your leg touches hers. The game loves that “is this still innocent or not?” line and keeps poking it. It gets pretty fucked when the bullying brothers start eyeing her and your sister too, and the story quietly asks if you’re going to protect them or secretly want to watch things fall apart. Sometimes protecting them means watching something you can’t unsee. Sometimes not protecting them is even worse.

The sex itself ramps up from clumsy masturbation scenes to full-on sweaty summer nights. There’s that first time you manage to sneak into Angela’s room during a storm, lightning outside, her in a loose shirt with no bra, pretending she’s scared only of the thunder. You feel her thighs tense as your hand slides higher, she bites her lip, and everything feels messy and way too real. Vaginal scenes are shot very close, like you’re right there feeling every movement, and the game loves when someone might walk in at any second. The best part is also the most annoying: you get choices that look small, like peeking at Juno while she changes, or letting Riona drink a bit more wine than she should, and ten scenes later you realize those little “just this once” moments pushed everyone down a darker, more corrupt path. And then there’s that one tiny detail that stuck with me: the way Angela’s face shifts when she realizes you’re turned on by her humiliation in front of the bullies. She blushes, looks away, but her legs don’t move. It’s fucked up and hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which is exactly what this game is chasing, like a slow, sticky summer you kind of wish would never end and also kinda hope would.